Continued from part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5a3z9/how_far_is_too_far_cheating_with_my_wifes_sister/
I moved down the stairs again, following my routine. It was about 11pm, my wife Victoria was passed out upstairs, and Julie had the TV on and was playing on her phone, probably on Instagram or something. “Hey,” she said in a hushed voice. I walked over and sat with her, and we talked as if nothing had happened the day before, with no mention of anything. Maybe she hadn’t noticed the tension. Was I reading too much into the situation?
She was wearing full length pajama pants and a grey cotton tank top, and I could see her round and perky tits pushing against the fabric. We talked and watched tv, and after probably 15 minutes, she said the baby was kicking and grabbed my hand like the night before. She laid on her back again, pushed my hand under her shirt against her belly, and waited. I could feel her breathing against me, her warm skin. A few seconds in, I felt the light tap on her skin. “I felt it!” I said, kind of excited. Julie smiled, and I felt her intertwine a few of her fingers with mine. It was as if we’d shared a moment – one that she and her (soon to be ex) husband hadn’t even shared.